Hi here I am, one day late, but nevertheless, updated another new chapter. As I've said, I finish this sequel as long as there are still readers out there.

Thanks to those who reviewed and those that had followed me through from the first story to this.

Daughter of Darkness777: Well, in answer to your question, yes I've been reading Black Light. I stumbled upon it one day when I was bored and I thought it was really well-written. And as I've said in my review regarding Sirius suspected resurrection (LOL), it is supposed to be part of the mystery so you just have to wait and find out. All I can say is, as much as I missed Sirius (I really feel sorry for him you know, 12years in Azkaban when he's innocent, and was out for barely two years before he died) but anyway, I really respect JKR's decision and unless I have a very good way of bringing him to life in my spinoff (which I may have ) I won't settle for a stupid way of bringing him back otherwise.

Now back to the story.

Chapter 5: Snivelling Sneak

Janieve leant against the wind and propelled her broom to the left so that she could pitch the Quaffle to Ginny, who was travelling towards her in the opposite direction. Ginny swerved a Bludger sent by Dean and dropped the Quaffle which landed easily in the open arms of the new girl. She picked up speed and hurled the red ball through the right hoop, too fast for Ron to deflect.

A small cheer erupted from the seven flying figures and they landed simultaneously at Harry's instruction. "Great work there!" he called to the rest of his Quidditch team mates. "I see us keeping the cup this year!"

Hermione ran towards them with her wand in the air, seven water bottles suspended in mid-air before her. The team caught on to the bottles easily.

"Thanks," Janieve muttered to her good friend. Harry motioned the team to gather around him after she downed a large gulp of cool water.

"I guess we've found a good replacement for Katie," Harry said, "Corianne was brilliant!"

Janieve tried to keep her irritation down two notches as she watched the pretty transfer student beamed and basked in Harry's compliment. "I have a problem though," cut in Janieve, "If you happen to notice, Ginny's the only player who's not in her seventh year. What's going to happen to the team when we all leave next year?"

There was a murmur of agreement. "We'll have replacements then," said Harry, "we'll keep some fourth and fifth years and trained them together with us. They will be our back ups."

"But –"

"It just doesn't make sense not to use the best person we have for the sake of continuation. If we win the first two matches against Slytherin and Ravenclaw, we can let the new players in and get a feel of a real match against Hufflepuff," finished Harry.

Janieve shut her mouth. She knew that she had a legitimate reason for not wanting Corianne in the team but she could not help suspecting that perhaps she had more reasons than just worries for the future teams. And it did not help that the rest of the team appeared to have noticed it for that they did not seem as eager to use another person.

She grabbed her gym bag sulkily and headed for the locker showers. Slamming her things loudly on one of the benches, she hit the nearest stall. She stripped off her dirty clothes and robes and let the water douse herself. The cold and refreshing water shocked her hot pounding head and she revelled in the comfort of it. Get a grip on yourself, she chided herself, you are no longer Harry's girlfriend.

After soaping and washing off the foam, she dried herself and stepped out of the wet stall, her feet slapping against the little flood of water.

"What are you doing with my things!" Janieve bellowed.

Corianne jumped a foot into the air. She dropped the bottle of magical moisturizing lotion belonging to Janieve and it clattered to the floor with a few bounce.

"S-sorry," she stammered, "I was looking for some-something to wash my hair with. I must have left mine in the-the dorm."

"Well why don't you scourgify yourself instead!" snapped Janieve nastily.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't… didn't know," she stuttered shakily like she was going to cry any moment.

"If I catch you sneaking around with my things again, I'll hex you faster than you can say sorry!"

Janieve snatched her stuff and walked huffily out of the toilet. She was about to join her friends in the Great Hall for dinner when she changed her mind and walked towards the portrait of a bowl of fruits. Harry had showed her the way to the kitchen sometime last year when they were still on very good terms.

Janieve sighed. That felt like such a long time ago. She tickled the pear which tittered and giggled and a door handle appeared. She gripped it and entered herself into the large kitchen where house-elves were busying preparing desserts for the Hogwarts residents.

"Hi Dobby!"

Dobby paused in the midst of transferring a large platter of treacle tarts and his face broke out into a large lopsided grin. "You are Harry Potter's friend!" he cried in delight.

"Yes I am, Dobby," Janieve replied, "and I'm here to snitch some food. Could you help me with that?"

"Of course!" he squealed. He immediately scurried off to pack roast beef sandwiches, boiled potatoes, some sausages and Yorkshire pudding, his plate of treacle tarts lay forgotten on the table top. Janieve picked up one piece and pop it entirely into her mouth. She was never known for subtlety in her ingestion.

"Where are Harry Potter, missus?" asked Dobby as he handed her a large package of delicacies. "He hasn't come see Dobby in a very long time. Did Dobby do something bad to make Harry Potter angry?"

"No Dobby," said Janieve, feeling sympathy for the loyal house-elf, "Harry's been really busy with school and Quidditch."

Janieve decided to seek refuge in the sanctuary of the Room of Requirement. It was her favourite place in the world. She could conjured any book in the room (reading has became her habit recently) and yet unlike the library, she would not be chased off by Madam Pince the librarian for eating.

As she indulged herself in a feast of the mind and the stomach, time flew by quickly with her realising. When she finally snapped back to reality, it was already way past midnight.

"Oh no," she muttered anxiously and wished fervently that she had Harry's invisibility cloak with her. Dumbledore had forbid her to use her Killets abilities in school for fear that an unfriendly adversary might find out and snitch on her illegal Animagus form. And barely had that thought left her mind, there it was, the slinky silver cloak lying on the ground next to her.

"Merlin's," she whispered, more amazed than ever at the room's magical abilities. Without further ado, she threw the cloak over her head and exited her previous dwelling.

Creeping back up the Gryffindor tower, she gave the Fat Lady the password. "Chocolate Frogs," she muttered and stepped into the common room quietly. However, she found herself caught in a situation she wished she never had been in.

At the foot of the flight of stairs that leads to the girls' dormitory stood two familiar figures – a tall red head and a girl with bushy hair. They were in the midst of an intimate conversation.

"I don't know, Ron," she was saying, "I mean, what do you want me to say?" She did not sound like she was angry, just confused and defeated.

"I don't know, Hermione," Ron said softly, sounding equally lost. Janieve found herself caught in a dilemma. As curious as she was to find out what's going on between Ron and Hermione, she have no intention of finding out in this manner. But as she crept stealthily around the couple, trying to devise a way to sneak past the two, she realised she was trapped. There was no way to ease past them without any contact – the invisibility cloak did not make her less solid. The only way it seemed, was to leave the common room and come back again later.

"Ron, I'm scared. What if we never make it? What if Harry couldn't defeat Voldemort? What if we lose the war?" Hermione was weeping softly now into Ron's shoulders and Ron was patting her consolingly on her back as Janieve squeezed out of the slightly ajar portrait door.

She walked idly down the deserted corridors, wondering how much of privacy time she should allow her friends. Lost in her thoughts, she nearly collided with a certain hooked nose, pallid faced Professor.

Her heart leapt to her throat as she struggled to back away as quietly as possible, still invisible under Harry's cloak. She pressed her back against the wall as flat as physics allowed and held her breath as Severus Snape strode past her, his robes billowing behind him.

Curious, she decided to snoop on him. She tiptoed a few feet behind him, careful to maintain the distance so as not to be caught by being too close or lost his trail by staying too far behind.

She watched as he reached the third floor landing and stalked into a room. Perplexed, she peeped through the crack and saw Snape tugged at a ring, pulled open a trap door and slid himself into it.

"What the…" she mumbled and nearly gasped when she felt someone nudging her side. She turned and almost gave a loud yelp when she saw Mrs Norris the caretaker's cat. She immediately tore down the hallways and sprinted up the Gryffindor tower. When she stepped into the common room for the second time that night, her heart thumping, Ron and Hermione were gone. Collapsing onto the couch, she closed her eyes as exhaustion overtook her.

Next Chapter: 2nd May (Monday) This is a conservative estimate because I might actually post earlier.